Flying Dust

the large group of people to the large open ground or space behind Mu Yun Mountain Manor.

 

This open ground is located on the only mountain in Mu Yun town.
The ground seemed to be used exclusively for martial arts tournament.The stone platform was in the centre of the open space, smoothly polished.
On the side of the platform towards the foot of the hill, there was a stone statue yet it was difficult to tell whether it was an animal or a human statue.

 

Mo Fei Chen thought to himself, ‘If this carved stone statue were to be used in modern times, it would probably be a fine work of abstract art.’

 

Around the open ground, disciples of various sects were sitting on the ground, but most of them were sitting upright and foursquare, while the sect leaders were sitting on seats with tea served in front of them.
Mo Fei Chen tilted his head and thought to himself, ‘Let’s hope that Wen Qian Liu, the host of this martial arts tournament, doesn’t give a long speech that will make people want to sleep!’

 

However, Wen Qian Liu was not as pedantic or stubbornly clinging to outworn rules and ideas as Mo Fei Chen thought he would be and only announced the rules of the competition, emphasizing the principle of ‘stopping when the result is reached’ or not to overdoing it before then announcing the start of the competition.

 

Today is a sparring session for the younger disciples to test their sword techniques.
Of course, the sword technique was not the invisible Qi one, but the real master one would have to wait for two days after this. 

 

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According to the vast majority’s mindset, they would not be willing to be the first participant to go on stage and wait to be the one who fought with several persons in turn and was tired out by his opponent so they would have to watch and analyze the situation before they strike.
It didn’t matter if you lost but losing too quickly would be humiliating.

 

For a while, the beginning of an event was somewhat cold. 

 

Mo Fei Chen was looking at Jun Wushuang who was not far away and wondering if he would appear on the stage or compete in the tournament.
This moment, he was sitting with his back very straight which made his tall and slender body full of the sense of beauty.
Mo Fei Chen could only see his head but not his expression.

 

So what if he saw him? There were so many people here, that guy must pretend to be obedient and well-behaved! 

 

Wen Qian Liu seemed to have anticipated this kind of situation and was just about to call his disciple to the stage.
However, he didn’t expect the silent Wu Liang Chanshi to say, “If I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell?5[我不入地獄，誰入地獄 :  If I don’t do it, who will?; if I don’t help, who will?; sacrifice oneself in order to save others] Xu Ye, why don’t you come up to the stage and begin the competition?”

 

 

 

The young monk named Xu Ye, who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, came out from behind Wu Liang Chanshi, bowed to everyone and went onto the arena.

 

The challenge came from a female disciple of Xiushui Palace.
After around 70 to 80 moves, the female disciple admitted defeat and made an obeisance by cupping her hand before the chest.
Liu Feiying nodded her head, seemingly satisfied with her performance.

 

Mo Fei Chen thought to himself like this, ‘It’s good to make progress, so why take winning and losing too seriously?’

 

Immediately afterwards, the next person on the stage was not so amiable.
Xu Ye was injured by the hilt of his opponent’s sword and fell off the stage.
Wu Liang Chanshi helped him up and told him to return to his seat.

 

After a few rounds of combat where several persons took turns in fighting one opponent to tire them out, Mo Fei Chen began to feel bored, hoping for a new style or movement of combat. 

 

At this moment, someone leisurely walked in from outside the arena.
His eyes full of smiles as he looked towards Wen Qian Liu on the main seat, as if the tense battle on the stage did not even present in his world.

 

Lu Qingmo was not drunk this time.
He looked happy and content.
When his eyes met Wen Qian Liu, a warmth emerged from his eyes. 

 

Mo Fei Chen raised his eyebrows,realizing that this free and unrestrained man also had something that he cared about. 

 

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Wen Qing Yuan turned around and nodded, Li Du then leapt up with his sword.
Mo Fei Chen was instantly excited and stretched out his neck, expecting him to win and gain speedy success.
Li Du won four games in a row so everyone repeatedly shouted, ‘Good!’ and the challenger for the fifth game was Meng Yu.

 

Mo Fei Chen was happy in his heart and said, ‘Li Shi Xiong, if you have taught that arrogant guy a lesson, I will give you a message on your back 6[捶背: massage sb’s back by pounding it lightly with one’s fists]tonight.’

 

 

However, Meng Yu, that guy’s moves were quite violent, leaving no room for error in every move.
At first, Li Du could barely cope with him, but as he gradually got used to it, he was able to use a number of clever moves.
When he turned around and thrust, the tip of his sword hit Meng Yu’s chest.
The tip of his sword stopped in front of Meng Yu’s chest, but ‘the rapacious as a wolf and savage as a cur-hearted7[狼心狗肺:  lit.
heart of wolf and lungs of dog (idiom) /Cruel and unscrupulous; brutal and cold-blooded; heartless and ungrateful]‘ man actually wrapped his sword around Li Du’s hilt and struck him on the shoulder, then kicked Li Du off the stage.The force was so strong that Wen Qing Yuan reached out and caught him but Li Du spit out a mouthful of blood, scaring Mo Fei Chen’s heart . 

 

 

“Li Shi Xiong!” Mo Fei Chen rushed up to him, following Wen Qing Yuan and laid him down to examine his injuries.

 

“Thanks for letting me win.” Meng Yu was immensely proud of himself as he saluted, but Mo Fei Chen was so angry that he was about to fume with rage.

 

The moment Li Du’s sword nudged you in the chest, you, this idiot, had already lost!

 

Mo Fei Chen’s eyes were erupting fire, he stretched out his hand to touch the sword on his back when Wen Qing Yuan’s palm held him down.

 

Li Du also intermittently said, “Mo Shi Di… don’t go… It’s me, Li Du, who is not as good and skilled as others…”

 

“What do you mean by you are not as skilled as others? It’s obviously this bastard who cannot tell good from bad!” Mo Fei Chen glared fiercely at Meng Yu who was competing with another disciple on the stage.

 

“Don’t forget what He Shi Xiong told you before you left.” Wen Qing Yuan whispered in Mo Fei Chen’s ear.

 

Translator’s Corner:

 

He Yunfeng: call me He Shi Xiong

Wen Qing Yuan : He Shi Xiong this… He Shi Xiong that… 

Me : Hmm..
this person definitely don’t want to admit that he is old

 

1[Lianxia Dong, a name of the sect Lian : Refine Xia : rose-tinted clouds at sunrise or sunset Dong: Cave]2[碧 Bi : light green/green jade 岩 Yan : Cliff]3[碧落 Biluo : green void; blue empyrean; blue sky]4[The original words used this ; 三下五除二: three-down-five-reject-two—neat and quick (originally an abacus formula—when add three to two, three, or four on an abacus, move down a “five” piece of the upper part, and reject two of the two, three, or four in the lower part); in a jiffy or quickly and easily]5[我不入地獄，誰入地獄 :  If I don’t do it, who will?; if I don’t help, who will?; sacrifice oneself in order to save others]6[捶背: massage sb’s back by pounding it lightly with one’s fists]7[狼心狗肺:  lit.
heart of wolf and lungs of dog (idiom) /Cruel and unscrupulous; brutal and cold-blooded; heartless and ungrateful]